So while cutting bacon with scissors this morning I was reminded of a guy I knew from college who also used to shred his dead pig in such a fashion.
He was an actor, but he put most of his attention and time into this one neurotic girl he knew, someone who had been let down many times, someone in whom he saw a ton of potential, though it was locked away inside.
He was a writer, and a good one a that, but he spent his days trying in vain to convince this girl that she would be so much better and happier if she just applied herself to more worthwhile worries and causes, that the world would be a much more wholesome and enriched place if she knuckled down and became the person she was supposed to be.
I don't think either of them ever made much of themselves.
That said, he once claimed to have worked on an early draft of Pirates of The Caribbean.